Life Lessons

Life is a cycle.

We're all floating around in our own chapters of a heart-wrenching novel, repeating history and walking in footsteps already moulded into our paths; laid out for us. Unbreakable, impenetrable, our destinies set into stone before the day we're even born.

Or, at least, that had been what I thought life was like, before it handed me lemons - in fact, a human shaped, lying boyfriend sized lemon - and had forced me to make the most of it.

     Life, if anything, is a test. Around all corners are surprises, some good, most bad. But the challenge isn't to see how long you survive these problems, if that was the case then I would've died right from the moment I started secondary school. 

     No, the challenge is to see just how you overcome these obstacles in the way of your happiness, your health; your career and dreams.

I'm by no means an expert on men or love, but my first school related crush tore me into pieces for a good month or two before I realised the world did not revolve around them and their freakishly good looking hair. 

     I was lied to, sent through a rollercoaster of emotions just to be dumped right before my birthday, and one measly day before our 1 month anniversary. 

It seems like nothing to us now, but back then it was everything. Instead of dwelling on what I thought I had done wrong, I ignored him. He had told the entire student body just why he had dumped me in the trash, and by April everyone except myself knew. 

Life taught me never to let love, or whatever conception of affection you have towards someone, blind you from seeing the truth. I had multiple friends who warned me, told me it'd be a terrible idea, and yet I still got together with that creep because I thought I was so inlove. And for the first few days, he told me he loved me too. 

Life - and all the implications and sides that come with it - is like a well balanced, carefully planned meal. You have your starter, where you are bound to pick the blandest, newest or weirdest choice, but it's a relatively short piece of your life, so the mortification is relatively short.

    Then the main course, where minor past decisions barely affect you here. You are engrossed in either a wondrous meal or a disgusting, bitter taste in your mouth.

And lastly, desserts. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and in your just desserts part of life, you get to look back at all the bullies and liars you've overcome to get to where you are now.

Life is still a cycle, an unbroken circle ready for us to enter its repeating journey. But life is also a cycle that can be breached, changed, morphed into what we perceive it to be.